Sorrow Of The Eyeless Horse

Sorrow Of The Eyeless Horse
© Surazeus
2022 02 06

The sandhill crane with golden wings transcends 
dusky obsession of the parasite 
who wanders lonely on the signless moor 
still searching for love outside of their head, 
but language dribbles from their mouth as blood 
so they become the neon alpine newt. 

Caressing spanish moss on southern oak, 
the cat-faced woman in the marshy swamp 
creeps along edge of the empty highway 
where no cars with blaring radios glide 
on beams of rainbow light to paradise 
where silver heron preserves my lost soul. 

Black alligator gliding in green swamp 
sings ancient hymn to Tiamat as praise 
for Deathless Mother walking on the beach 
who whispers secrets in my hollow heart 
as she gives me ripe mango for my tribe 
who dance around bonfires with scary masks. 

The car mechanic wearing Swamp Thing mask 
carries his bride down steps of the white church 
while guests throw rice in fertility rite 
which sprout into nameless ghosts of lost love 
to haunt their cottage on the gravel road 
where the marsh owl contemplates the moon face. 

The gold-eyed osprey of my aching heart, 
who mocks my vain search for the Holy Grail, 
soars over maze of myths in global city 
to find wingless angel with book of tales 
weeping by fountain of the flying horse 
who decides he will run for president. 

The hidden dragon of the global seer, 
who wears mask of Orpheus as he plays 
jaunty tunes with guitar on crowded streets, 
escapes assassins of the drug-gang king, 
running through the maze of cause and effect 
till he wears crown of the crucified god. 

The singing killdeer of the crowded court, 
where blind-folded Justice with sword of truth 
fights against tyrant of the frightened gang, 
presents new revelation to mankind 
composed by swamp turtle on ruby throne 
that features sorrow of the eyeless horse. 

The Deathless Mother with long tangled hair, 
woven with bones, snake eggs, and cypress roots, 
molds swamp muck into body for my brain 
to radiate conscious spirit of my mind 
so I sing spells with the growling grass frog 
who sits on mushroom blooming from my heart.